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i cry myself to sleep i sit up in bed
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No more singing to the lyrics, Known so well.
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(Note: This is taken from another website, so wherever I talk about comments, I am referring to the content of that website.)
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The vast, vast majority of people are extremely stupid.
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Ingmar Bergman is happy 'cos I stylishly daubed him in paint with a sneer.# His Sister inherited a Taliban S. U. V. for cost of 300 dollars a small price to pay for the London Dyke to break through.
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Writing, biting, Fighting for my life.
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Wendy wondered. Wendy waited for someone to come,
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Babs brooded. Babs saw the other girls
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Dear Grandpa,
You are my guiding light
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The stars glisten bright Each and every single night
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I am blinded by your cigarrete smoke I am deaf to your lies
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The band strikes up Music fills the room
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They’re what’s left—the calls with
Paths jaunting toward laughter—of that fraught night.
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I can't seem to get the words down,
but you don't care, you just smile.
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He emerges within my sight
Our eyes meet
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My exams are near,
Which put me in great fear,
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Is it found?
Or does it seek you out?
by V.Violet
11 lines, 2 comments,
on Nov 13 3:39 PM 2007. In None
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I'm searching for a home
Down a dark and lonesome street
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by trista
69 lines, 12 comments,
on Aug 16 3:20 AM 2007. In None
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there once was a squirrel names stevers
now stevers was a weird sqirrel
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So much pain / Felt everyday / people wandering / lost / falling / always falling / Get UP! / walk again / Never standing still / unable to stop / Can't notice the folly / if the
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I summon thy glory, / And invoke thy wisdom. / O Lady, so pure and holy, / Mercifull thou be, / Radiant's thy shadow... / Within the powers given to me, / I shall believe and only be / Thy faithful slave for ete
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by cLaSsiX
19 lines, 2 comments,
on May 23 5:08 PM 2007. In None
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My prince / I cannot be my own empress / I have failed in ruling me / these tyrannical hands are calloused / yet all I have is broken thing
by Dean
69 lines, 3 comments,
on May 22 9:25 PM 2007. In none
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Love is like a box of chocolates. / So many to choose from, so many / delicious ones. Love in the chocolates / are so rich and creamy, but you must be / careful or you will choose the bad ones. / Sadly on
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i cant write good poems / its one thing im not good at / i cannot write poems / - kyle /
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Ok. So, you know the girl in high school, the one that nobody hates but nobody really likes her either. She normally kind of hangs out in t
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Meh, just a short 13-worder
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Holding on to what you had, Not sorry for things you lost
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If I had a preview of the real thing, you wouldnt read it. *so short
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I want to talk to you about it all, about everything that's happened.
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It will never again come back to me, That something I wanted to say,
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by Keith
9 lines, 8 comments,
on Dec 14 5:15 AM 2006. In None
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That apple-biting type of coniving
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